"That's the feeling of sprinkling beans into soldiers, right?"

Ning Feng thought narcissistically, his face shone with golden light into pure gold color.=

The dark clouds in the sky were penetrated by golden light, and the sunlight shone for a long time. Everyone in Shenjiazhuang who had not yet figured out what was going on was warm.

Each piece of the painting paper that swept the sky for the breeze was as if it was melting in golden light. Then, one by one, was tall and burly, wearing golden armor, holding swords and guns, or carrying axes and halberds. Some were simply heavenly soldiers and generals with big hammers, and they jumped out.

"Where is the monster going?"

The heavenly soldiers and generals roared, flew up one by one, and headed towards the wedding party in the sky.

"Who dares to meddle in other people's business?"

The old demon's voice came out again, rumbling like an angry thunder, and he was even more angry than the thunder.

Seeing that the ducks were cooked, someone actually wanted to snatch them away from their mouths?

Is it tolerable?

The old monster was completely angry, and huh, and countless monsters rolled down from the sky, as if in an instant, the dark clouds turned into a substantial black river and broke down the dike.

The golden light flowed against the current, the black clouds poured out, and the two sides collided in mid-air. There were heavy sounds of falling in the sky.

From the first moment of contact between the two parties, heavy objects kept falling to the ground.

There is no doubt that it is all monsters.

There were at least half of the human figures during the battle. When they fell and hit the Shen family, they were either tigers without tails, bears without palms, monkeys lifted their heads, and eagles with wings folded...

"Okay, okay, God has eyes."

"Monster, you have today too!"

“…”

A group of people gritted their teeth with lowered their voices. A more tender voice suddenly appeared. It was a seven or eight-year-old child who shouted nervously: "Come on, god!"

Hearing this sound, Ning Feng staggered and almost didn't fall down.

"You really think this is a stage, can you watch the show?"

Ning Feng couldn't laugh or cry, but his expression was heavy.

He saw it clearly. It was indeed all monsters that fell down, but it was not that the heavenly soldiers and generals were not damaged. It was just that when the heavenly soldiers and generals fell, they directly turned into drawing papers, and lost some strength and fell down lightly, without such a loud momentum.

Ning Feng was about to let the people in Shenjiazhuang retreat when with a "boom", a giant elephant with a broken elephant's nose appeared in its original form and fell from the air, smashing it on the sedan chair with great dying death.

The sedan chair collapsed and flattened accordingly.

The giant elephant's ivory hit the village gate long, and the strong-looking village collapsed simply and neatly.

“Ahhhhh~~”

After a moment of shocking silence, countless screams burst out.

"Slam" and without Ning Feng urging, everyone ran backwards.

“Uh~”

Ning Feng looked at this scene and felt that his home was like a reef in the middle of the river. Those people were the river water. Bypassing him, he couldn't see them at once.

It was impossible to see it, but Ning Feng's keen perception told him that everyone's eyes were scorching and warm, so they focused on his back.

He is the hope of everyone.

One step behind him was the people of Shenjiazhuang.

He was a monster one step ahead!

"Then let's go on!"

Ning Feng took a deep breath, and his hand passed by the table, spreading a pile of rice paper, "brushing" and the magic pen kept smearing it on it.

"go!"

"Go away!"

"Go again... and then go... and go..."

Ning Feng was muttering something like being obstructed by a demon. He held the pen in his right hand and threw the picture of the painting that had not been dried ink into the sky before he could land. Before he could land, he turned into a heavenly soldier and general and joined the battle circle.

Time is passing by rapidly.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

The dozens of breathing time were almost fleeting for Ning Feng, who was immersed in the painting.

"Woo woo ~ cover~"

Behind Ning Feng, whether it is the Shen family or the Zhuang people, if they want to exclaim or cannot suppress their fear, they will be covered by the mouth and covered tightly by the nearby people.

They were afraid that they would disturb Ning Feng.

The situation is serious without disturbing this. If his hands shake, everyone will have to feed the monsters.

Indeed, the situation is becoming increasingly rigorous.

After dozens of breaths, Ning Feng's right hand was extremely swelling and numb. He raised his head and let out a long breath.

When he made this move, the last few scrolls he threw had just melted in the golden light, and the heavenly soldiers jumped into the air, and were immediately beaten down from the sky at a faster speed and turned into the scroll again.

The whole process was like Ning Feng threw a piece of paper on it and then fell freely, with almost no time difference.

The hedge formed by dark clouds and golden light began to move towards Shenjiazhuang. It seemed that the battle would happen directly on Shenjiazhuang after not long.

At that time, the fallen monster corpses could move the entire Shenjiazhuang to flat ground.

"Can't stand it..."

Ning Feng was shocked, "If you can't stand this, that monster that old cow eats tender grass is a bit awesome."

He was just immersed in the wonder of the magical pen turning virtual into reality, and what he saw was what he got. He couldn't stop and naturally did not pay too much attention to the battle situation.

Take a breath at this moment and suddenly realizes that the situation is not good.

Ning Feng's face finally became solemn, and all the thoughts in his heart rolled past like thunder:

"The magic pen is the only way at present, why can't it stand?"

"My speed has reached the extreme. Is it a problem with drawing objects?"

Ning Feng frowned slightly and eliminated this possibility.

"The heavenly soldiers and generals, the gate god land, are already the limit of the power level that I can understand, and it is impossible to draw a stronger existence."

"Sakya Buddha, the Heavenly Emperor, the Heavenly Emperor, the Heavenly Demon God... Their form of existence, their power height, and even their existence themselves exceed the limit of my understanding. I cannot turn it into reality."

“The problem is not here.”

Ning Feng's brain turned and his thoughts flashed. The speed was so fast. It was just that at this moment. The center point of the confrontation in the sky tilted and crushed several feet towards the location of Shenjiazhuang, and the situation became increasingly serious.

Not only Ning Feng, but also the people in Shenjiazhuang saw it clearly. The screams could not be suppressed. They could not be covered in time, and they could not be covered, and they were heard one after another.

"It can't continue like this."

"There must be something I didn't expect."

"Since it is not a problem with the object being drawn, then it is regarded as a difference in using means."

At this critical moment, Ning Feng stopped.

As soon as he stopped, the golden torrent in the sky made a decision. A demon cloud formed by monsters sank, and the hideous heads of various monsters appeared, shouting, cursing, and roaring, pressing down like a mountain.

Ning Feng seemed to have not seen it at all, and looked down at the magic pen in his hand.

He even closed his eyes, and what flashed through his mind were scenes in Ma Liang's study, and the paintings were scrolls, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed.

At this time, dark clouds of demonic energy rolled in. Ning Feng could even smell the fishy smell at the tip of his nose.

"Yes."

Ning Feng directly turned the magic pen around his fingers several circles and threw out the ink dots.

"I used it too roughly."

"That's not how magic pens are used."

Ning Feng laughed, not watching the monsters flocking in, he held his pen and looked down, focused on it, outlining a painting with the most strokes.

The painting is Shenjiazhuang, and the fields outside are verge on the verge of the roads;

Above is the old demon, the demons are everywhere, and the rolling dark clouds are its barrier.

The brushstrokes of this painting are extremely simple, but they are extremely clear. Anyone who has seen the scene in front of him will never be able to recognize it.

This is enough!

Ning Feng looked up suddenly and faced the dark cloud monster for the first time.

His eyes were bright and golden light was hidden, as if he could penetrate through the dense dark clouds of demonic aura, and he kept seeing the old monster with a sinister face on the back.

The next moment, Ning Feng made an action.

With a "swish", he didn't even look at it. He directly used a magic pen to pull out a long ink mark on the scroll.
To be continued...